He Also Transmigrated on the Wedding Night - Chapter 1
Chapter 1
I didn’t let go.
Blood welled from his chest, so hot it felt like it would burn straight through my palm.
I looked down.
Red wedding robes.
Red bed curtains.
Red blood.
And a knife.
It lay by my knee, blade facing outward, its handle unnaturally clean.
Someone slammed into the door again.
“Open the door!”
“The young madam stabbed the young master!”
My head buzzed.
One second ago, I had still been in the law school archives.
Lu Wenzhou had pushed a stack of case files in front of me and told me I’d lost.
I told him he had won like a heartless rule.
Then the lights went out.
When I woke up again, I was kneeling beside a wedding bed.
Under my hands was Lu Wenzhou.
He had been stabbed in the chest. He had also been poisoned.
Most infuriating of all, he actually recognized me too.
“Lu Wenzhou.”
I lowered my voice.
“Where are we?”
His lashes trembled.
“No idea.”
“How did you know I couldn’t let go?”
“Because I don’t want to die right after transmigrating here.”
The door was rammed open.
A crowd rushed in.
The woman at the front wore a dark teal brocade robe, her hair combed so neatly there wasn’t a strand out of place.
She saw the blood on Lu Wenzhou’s chest.
Then she saw the blood all over my hands.
Finally, her gaze fell on the knife on the floor.
She didn’t cry.
Even her voice was steady.
“Shen Lingyi.”
“What else do you have to say for yourself?”
Shen Lingyi.
That was the name of this body.
Lu Wenzhou moved.
The pain had pulled the lines of his brow taut, but he still spoke.
“Mother.”
The woman’s eyelid twitched.
His voice was so low it was almost inaudible.
“If she wanted to kill me, she wouldn’t be pressing on the wound.”
The steward behind the woman immediately said, “Young Master, you were frightened. We all saw the young madam kneeling beside you, with the knife right by her hand.”
Lu Wenzhou looked at him.
“Did you see her holding the knife?”
The steward choked.
“This servant saw the knife beside her.”
“Then you didn’t see it.”
I lowered my head and looked at him.
He was on the verge of death, yet he could still pick apart testimony word by word.
So annoying.
And so useful.
The woman took a step forward.
“Summon a physician.”
She paused.
“And report this to the authorities.”
The words “report this to the authorities” made my fingers tighten instinctively.
Lu Wenzhou sucked in a breath from the pain.
With his eyes, he signaled for me to look at the table.
One cup of the wedding wine had been knocked over.
The other was still upright.
There was a dark red ring around the lip of the cup.
Like rouge.
Or like blood.
I caught a faint bitterness, so faint it was almost nonexistent.
Not wine.
Medicine.
“He’s been poisoned,” I said.
The steward immediately said, “Young Madam, you just stabbed the young master, and now you’re saying the wine is poisoned?”
“I wasn’t asking you.”
I looked at Lu Wenzhou.
“Which cup did you drink from?”
“The one on the right.”
“Symptoms.”
“Numb throat, bitter tongue, cold hands.”
“How long can you last?”
He glanced at me.
“You’re asking me that?”
“Aren’t you usually the best at calculating things?”
The corner of his mouth tugged.
“Then you’d better keep pressing down.”
I wanted to curse at him.
But I didn’t let go.
The physician arrived quickly.
When he saw the scene inside the room, his legs nearly gave out.
Madam Pei, the woman in the brocade robe, said coldly, “Save him first.”
The physician knelt beside the bed.
I shifted aside a little, but my hand remained pressed to the wound.
He cut open the wedding robe, and his face went pale.
“The knife wound missed the vital points, but the poison is taking effect fast.”
Steward Qin lowered his head to look at the knife on the floor.
His hand moved.
Lu Wenzhou saw it.
So did I.
I raised my foot and kicked the leg of the bed.
The wedding bed jolted, and the curtain hook fell.
Red gauze spilled down, covering the knife.
The steward’s hand froze in midair.
Madam Pei turned back.
“Steward Qin, what are you doing?”
The steward immediately lowered his head.
“This servant was afraid the murder weapon would hurt someone.”
Lu Wenzhou closed his eyes, his voice cold.
“Wait for the authorities.”
“No one touches it.”
The room fell silent.
The next moment, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door.
A young servant stumbled in.
“Madam!”
“Someone in the side quarters is dead too.”
The heartbeat beneath my palm suddenly stumbled.
Lu Wenzhou opened his eyes.
He looked at me.
I looked back at him.
In that instant, we both understood.
This wasn’t a case of a wife murdering her husband.
This was a deathtrap that had already been set.
